hey, sorry for the short chapter!
i know i should be working on WHVB, but this was bumming around in my head, and i felt like i HAD to write it (:
it was alot better in my head at 2 am, but enjoooy!
In the dark, he shivered. He let out a shaky sigh as he stared up into the inky blackness above him. His stomach growled uncomfortably and his wrists were rubbed raw against his shackles. From above, he heard nothing. The concrete floor below him was cold and unforgiving . He knelt, his hands chained to a peg in the ground. He had a little room to move, but he was far from comfortable.
He kept his emotions at bay while trying to think. For three days he'd done this. For three days he'd sat in this dungeon and waited either to be released or killed. Or for the phone to ring.
He didn't know why his captor had left him with a phone, but he knew it had not rang once since he'd found himself in this place. He'd tried to make outgoing calls to Hotch, to Morgan and even to his mother, but the phone was set up only to take incoming calls.
So he'd waited for news, to help him make his decision. The decision whether to live or die.
